Spoiled Sparrow

"Fine, I really don't understand how you men think."

Lin Yun'en followed Dong Chenye to Fu Chen's private company.

"If you hadn't told me that this company had specially created a studio for Ruan Qing, I would have always thought that Fu Chen didn't want her to have her own career at all."

As long as she stays obediently by his side and maintains this relationship of sugar daddy and canary.

Dong Chenye led her into the studio that had been specially built for Ruan Qing: "You're overthinking things."

He stood in the center and introduced, "The overall layout and decoration here are all based on Ruan Qing's manuscript one-to-one. It's almost finished, but unfortunately, it can only be empty for now."

No wonder the style felt familiar the moment I walked into the studio.

Upon hearing his explanation, it was revealed that the place was designed entirely in an exaggerated anime style, completely in Ruan Qing's style.

She took out her phone and snapped a series of photos.

Dong Chenye reminded her, "This is a surprise that Fu Chen prepared for her, so don't reveal it prematurely."

"All right."

Reluctantly, she put down her phone and walked up to Dong Chenye with her hands behind her back.

With her long legs clad in 10cm high heels, she looked directly at Dong Chenye, her forehead touching his: "Dr. Dong, as your girlfriend, I have a serious question to ask you."

"Please speak."

Dong Chenye cradled the back of her head, his lips curving into an undisguised smile, his intense gaze never leaving her.

Lin Yun'en: "You're so attentive to Fu Chen, it can't be—"

"Because I own shares," he interrupted, silencing her with a kiss.

Lin Yun'en pushed him away, finally managing to ask, "Shares? Really?"

Her words were filled with curiosity, but even more so with anticipation; her eyes widened suddenly.

Dong Chenye cupped her face in his hands, wondering why she looked so adorable.

He squeezed her mouth together, making her pout like a goldfish blowing bubbles.

Yun En pried his hands off, struggling indistinctly: "Dong Chenye, I'm warning you, let go of me within three seconds."

"I won't, what can you do about it?"

Dong Chenye not only didn't let go, but instead took advantage of the situation and stole a kiss.

"Dong, Chen, Ye!"

......

On the other end, Ruan Qing closed her laptop after receiving Yun En's reply.

Leaning against the headboard, I gradually drifted off into a daze, and that lonely figure resurfaced in my mind.

It's astonishing that there are such similar figures in this world: one is a wealthy third-generation heir from Beijing's elite social circle, and the other is a patient in a wheelchair who cannot stand.

They look so alike, yet lead completely different lives.

After an unknown amount of time, she realized she was caught in a vortex of memories, so she went to the living room and neatly unpacked all the packages she hadn't had time to open yet.

After decorating her new home, she pulled her campervan, which was filled with cardboard boxes, downstairs.

An Asian woman, dressed in designer clothes and living in a luxury apartment, was pulling a cart full of cardboard boxes along the only way to the exit of her residential complex.

Unfortunately, this was during dinner time, the busiest time of the evening.

This scene drew frequent glances from passersby.

Among the gazes fixed on her, the most concerned look came from Fu Chen, who was hiding behind a pillar.

He watched as Ruan Qing dragged her car out of the residential area.

She walked past several intersections and came to a mother and daughter begging.

Fu Chen, hiding in the distance, couldn't hear what she was saying, but he could see smiles gradually appear on the faces of the two emaciated people.

Before leaving, Ruan Qing gave her the campervan: "Take it, I don't need it, goodbye."

The begging woman knelt on the ground, making gestures on her chest and forehead in the direction she had left, muttering auspicious words that were incomprehensible.

As Fu Chen watched her turn away, feigning strength, his heart ached even more.

"Chen Yan, find a reason to get her a job at the company, let her do cleaning, with room and board provided, and utilities waived."

Chen Yan readily agreed, "Okay, Mr. Fu."

After finishing speaking, he realized something was wrong. When did the Fu family open a branch here?

Chen Yan straightened his back and asked, "Mr. Fu, may I ask which company it is?"

His voice deepened: "I have now decided to expand our overseas business, tentatively in country Y."

Chen Yan was stunned. After a couple of seconds, when he confirmed that Fu Chen really had this idea, he was so shocked that he was speechless.

He could only reply, "Okay, Mr. Fu, I understand."

After they left, Ruan Qing suddenly remembered that she had left something in the campervan, so she went back.

The woman stepped forward, tears streaming down her face, and cried out, "Thank you, thank you so much!"

Before Ruan Qing could react to what the woman had just said, the little girl walked up to her with food and toys.

She said in a childish voice, "Sister, look, a brother just gave it to me."

"elder brother?"

She crouched down, bringing her eyes level with the little girl's: "What does your brother look like? Can you tell me?"

As the little girl spoke, she gestured, "Tall, with a nose like Peppa Pig, and very little hair..."

Seriously, what is she thinking?

Fu Chen's nose is so high you could slide down it, and his hair is even more so—it's impossible for it to be sparse.

......

When she got home, she received a call from He Xunnan: "Nannan, Mom wants you to come home for dinner."

Ruan Qing glanced at the date and realized she had forgotten that today was Saturday.

She finished dressing and said, "Okay, I'll go back."

He Xunnan: "Wait downstairs in twenty minutes, I'll come pick you up."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

He Xunnan was in a bad mood; this was the first time she had hung up the phone since arriving in Y country.

The cold tone was as if informing her to carry out an order.

Soon, a Maybach pulled up downstairs, and Ruan Qing got in.

Someone in the shadows was consumed by jealousy. Suppressing his inner desires, he punched the wall.

Chen Yan turned around upon hearing the sound, and saw that Fu Chen's right hand joints were already bleeding.

"Mr. Fu, why are you doing this to yourself? You've hurt yourself like this, and your wife can't even see it. Isn't all that suffering for nothing?"

After saying that, he pushed Fu Chen into the car: "Your sister-in-law is a kind and soft-hearted person. When the time comes, you can play the victim in front of her. It will definitely be more cost-effective than torturing yourself now."

Seeing that Fu Chen was not angry, he added, "Look at He Xunnan, he just keeps playing the victim in front of his sister-in-law to gain her sympathy."

At this point, he suddenly remembered He Xunnan's daughter.

It turns out that He Xunnan had been planning this all along, and he even chose to keep it a secret for the sake of the cooperation between the two companies.

I really misjudged it.

Thinking about this, he became angrier and angrier, and he suddenly felt a deep empathy for Fu Chen.

I never thought I'd be able to empathize with capitalists.

The two followed the Maybach all the way, and soon the car arrived.

Ruan Qing and He Xun Nan walked into the seaside villa side by side. As soon as the door opened, an elderly woman came out to greet them. Chen Yan was so shocked by her face that he couldn't speak.

He looked down and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then looked up and saw Ruan Qing nestled in that woman's arms.

"Mr. Fu, this...this is your sister-in-law's mother?"